New Ulm weekly review., 1887-11-16
q; he met her at the British Mu-

q; he met her at the British Mu-
scum in the first instance.
"a literary lady ~
Not exactly. She used at one time
to be fond OF art, but she mas quite
given up that sort of thing. She is a
very cheerful, pleasant sort OF a WON
an, rather stout; but Willis as
lank as eVer.'
Il rather fancy have seen a story
OF his somewhere"
Very likely--he writes a good deal,
but not one half OF it gets into print.
It's shocking, the waste that goes on
in that professions waste OF the worst
kind, too. ar worse than a batch OF
biscuits burntp'
About a month later. the proudest
day in Johns life arrived. His work
people could not think what in the
world made him SO fdgety. Every
single article in the mill had to be
cleaned, and polished. and set in
order, though it was as nice as ever it
could be; but he bothered even over
the brass knobs and bars about the
engine, and gave the women's over
locker hint to tell them to make
themselves tidy.
Ateleven clock a carriage and pair
drove up to the door, just as in old
days Miss Dulcie used to drive up to
the little shop, John remem bered.
The day he had pictured to himself
had come at last, as bare-headed he
met Miss Dulcie at the door.
She looked like a queen, he thought;
| and she certainly was beautifully
dressed in gray and silver, with a
bunch of yellow roses in her dress and
| in her hat. He was glad she looked
so nice, for he hopsd this was her fu-
ture kingd ON, and the admiration of
his work-people was not a matter of
absolute indifference.
Many curious eyes were cast upon
her as she went from room to room,
and many q knowing looked passed
between the 'hands."
And if it was a proud day for him
it was an astonishing one for her.
Why, the place was magnifcent-far
fipe- than mere house, however fur
nished. 1t was q palace. John Goss
was king, his very glance was a COM
mand. Hundreds of men and women
looked to him alone as their earthly
providence; and there was the huge
engine feeding the world by waving its
arms about. And such millions and
millions OF biscuits! One would think
nobody in creation ever ate anything
else.
What modern version Of the old,
primitive bread making!
Dulcie felt to her hearts core the
stupendousness of the place, and the
work and the power OF the man beside
her.
Wont you take one?" he said,
offering her biscuit OF certain kind.
There was q certain gravity and
solemniUv about him as he offered it.;
and she took it as a kind of token
not the mere Offering OF q biscuit, but
something signifed beyond.
Doesn't it remind you?'' he said,
why, these are the very ones you
made for me a long time agon'
''The very same. It was in pleasing
you that my fortune began
She looked up.
"Shall we-shall we go into another
room?"
The three months passed away all
too quickly, and John was no nearer
his hearts desire than on that day.
In vain he tried to comfort himself
with the thought that in society,
wealth such as his was considered q
fair equivalent for birth such as hers;
and in vain Dulcie's worldly aunt,
who recognized a good match when
she saw one, invited him to dinner,
lawn-tenniss and picnics.
He went to them all, but Dulcie
gave no sign-not so much as the
6rooptof an eye-lash. She was too
proud to take up the ungenerous part
of trying to attract the man now he
was rich, whom she despised when
theirpositions were reversed. But how
did he know that? He thought she
simply did not care.
It was almost the last day of their
stay, and John WAS standing in very
disconsolate mood by the workmen's
entrance to his mill, watching some
casks OF sugar being hoisted up to the
top storY-an immense height, six or
seven flats.
AS the great iron clamps were being
fitted on the last barrel, he caught
sight OF u pretty white dress fitting
by.
"Oh Miss Dulcie! he said, ,impulsirely
raising his hat, could you not spareme
a. minute or two? wanted to speak> to
you something"
He hadn't any idea what; only, he
did want her; even a few minutes
woald be precious.
She stopped, and they watched the
cask being swayed up till it looked
quite small, SO great was the height;
then a hand was stretched out, and it
was drawn in.
Dulcie's upturned face was verv
sweet. John thought he would like to
kiss it; but is suddenly changed horri-
bly,. She threw herself violently
against him, and literally banged him
against the wall with violence worse
than unladylike-it was perfectly
shocking. His hat was sent flying,
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